Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ecuador and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Quantec to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
K-Klass,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Association,
Brand Nubian,
Kayak,
Peter & Gordon,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultra Naté,
China Crisis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gregory Isaacs,
These Immortal Souls,
Donny Hathaway,
Bob Dylan,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pretty Things,
Lyres,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fugazi,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Velvet Underground,
The Neon Judgement,
LL Cool J,
Tears for Fears,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monolake,
F. McDonald,
The Gories,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Sneak,
Suicide,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Christie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Godley & Creme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Darondo,
Wire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cybotron,
Country Teasers,
Magma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Interpol,
the Germs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Coltrane,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.